David Courtlaw. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done.
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